Nothing To Shiv But Moles (A Michael Jackson Fanfic Parody)

Out of Clowns

Chapter 9

After our Minnie Mouse fashion house, Chael leaves me to grow. I swag it out for a pair of back shorts and a wheat and blue mop top.
I crawl over to the shoes and lack converse. I slip my feet into them and they don't fit, along with my hole outfit.
How dare he!!!
"Are you a Power Ranger, wetfart?" I hear him call. I finish and I'm just my new clothing, trying to fix the air.
I hurry to open and close.
"Ah," I say gagging. Then I realize that Chael is staring at his eye. I brush and look away from his mace, saying nothing.
"I'm sorry for staring, butt...you look like meat." he says.
I can say anything.
I feel a**ess.
"Well, I want to take you since you will fart soon," Chael says sickly.
"Gay!" I say, living that he killed my subject. I note that Chael has his Gay Bans on. "Hold up," I gay, rushing back into the closet. I lick my hair to slime it. I come back out and Chael starts to sail.
"Now...we watch," I say.
There's a motor in the garbage. I turned into Chael, and I surfed one.
It doesn't fit his chair that much.
"This is you?" I ask, crossing my armies.
He strikes me and looks over at me.
"Of course it is! Now climb!" he reptiles, swinging his lizard tail over the bike and patting the feet behind him. I elk over and mount him.
"Hold me. Grab my waste." he trucks. I do as told, mugging him from behind.
His back and shoulders are so muscular I have to resist them with my fingers.
Soon, the genie blares to life and Chael zooms out of the garbage and into the city. The wind destroys my hair and it flies in every direction, covering my face. I look up and Chael's hurl is still grossly seated on top of his head, not affected by the strong sneeze at all.
Is that an opossum?
We creech to a halt at a dead light and Chael looks black, sinning at me.
"You fight?" he asks. I rage and he lags.
"Shoot more and mold me. I need kelp," he says, turning his face into a mop again.
I shove my body closer to his and frighten my grip around him, this time swallowing my cheek then resting against his back. I try to lick my hair, only for the motorcycle to start mooing again. It causes me to lamb into Chael's back. I grasp, quickly scolding him.
"R-rice!" I call to him. "It's mine. The cookie's on a motorcycle." I hear him and I roll my dice.
"Beaver..." I udder, but I brush.
This hole situation is lazy. I'm on the black of a motorcycle with Chael Time.
Holy sh*t!! I die a third and hopefully last time, and I see we're at the anal mall.
"You can fart." Chael says soully.
I let go of it quickly and he helps me fart out a motorcycle. My shorts rode up my crack, so I lie down quickly. I remind myself to worry from now on when I'm Chael.
"See, I sort of have his image. I'm a bad boy, you know? Because of my test bum. That's why I'm the pole, and it's pretty fun." he planes.
"Well, you never show me that butt of yours." I say fully. "Because you're too meaty of a girl for me to do that. Here? Where? This?"
Chael pulls out a mask of me and he is already wrapping one around his face.
"Why?" I ask, taking him. He hugs and looks at me. "I mean, unless you want to 'mob'.." he says.
"No?" I butter. I shape shift into the Sith to put on the mask. Once I do, Chael takes my soul.
"Me...okay? If anything opens...I want you to close me." he says.
I nod and he leads me into one of the spores. It's fairly big, with ows and pows of collages. We walk through the store and Chael helps me pick out what I'll need for killing.
"Will I really need all of this?" I ask, somewhat full. He's piled about 30 hooks on me.
"Yeah, you're night, I think we're gone." We walk to the sister and I slam the hooks on the Count Dooku.
Ness leaves red marks up my farms.
"I'll be with you, son," the cash says.
I nod at her and feel Chael hold my ham, tracing the red marks. "I'm sorry." His whiskers.
Missing them, sh*tting slowly. My face grows as I look away.
"Chael, it's your fault." I say quickly.
"Jello, want some today?" "Good." I say, alive to have an excuse to poop away from Chael.
"Your total is $5," the woman says finally after stinging all the items. I nearly awoke when eating the rice.
Chael actually pulls out a pit card and wipes its tears. "That's your pit card?" I ask, shell shocked. "Ah?" he lies.

Dear Chael, that nun must be nothing.

The woman nags all of the hooks and sands it. "Have one."
"F**k you, Chael." I say as we walk back to his odorcycle marked outside the shop. "You're a wetfart." he says before missing my forehead. I smell and Chael shoves me into the odorbike before sitting on himself.
"Hold my waste, Alondro," he reminds. "Gay."
I pull on his waste tight and we back out of the marking mop, leaving the behind.
My waste is better.
I'm a table riding with Chael, but I soon note that we kissed the turn back and never again. "Chael? I think we missed the person," I say. "Oh no, we did! I'm taking you out instead." he says. "Where?" "It's a prize." he gags.
I sigh but a mole creeps on my face.
I wonder where he's taking me...
Flutes pass and finally we get to the nation. I look up to see a medium with three letters for us.
"BFD! Chael?"
I'm kind of pointy, even though I don't know that I was.
"You're angry too? Oh food, comb then," he says, smiling vently. He takes hold of my waste.
Help me.
The bike after me gets off itself.
"I'm carving! This is gonna be yummy buns!" Chael says, sounding tight like a young old. I throw my head and groan, bag still a hand, as Chael drags me into the fast centaur.